Good grief! We’ve become a nation of pansies
Our high school in NY would let out on the first day of hunting season. One year we drove up to school with a woodchuck tied to the roof - our only kill for the day - and our rifles sticking out the window. It was so funny we didn't get a deer, and we let the school know.
Today it would have triggered a call to the police and a SWAT squad showing up.
Pansies, woosies we have become.
My firend’s dad, a Vietnam vet, taught me how to aim properly with a BB gun standing and on the ground when I was 6. This was in the 80s, and no one cared.
Now you find one in the woods and you have a police investigation? Did they get a grief counselor too?